I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

Looking at the face that was exactly the same as her own, and the expression that was extremely similar to her own, Qiu Heizhen wished she could pierce Chi Heizhen's heart with a gun.

The daughter of the evil dragon and the woman in gray met each other's eyes.

Soon, Qiu Heizhen couldn't help but speak up.

"We'll talk about the Master's matter later. This time, I won't let you escape so easily!"

With a sudden wave of the holy flag, immense power flowed into the girl's body.

The power here is a roaring rage.

"You're quite the talker, aren't you? But your Master is now my prisoner... Hmm, fine, I'll make you pay back all the humiliation I suffered at your hands before!"

Zzzzz!

Jeanne Alter instantly drew her sword from her waist, the metallic clang accompanied by a frenzied, murderous aura. At this moment, she was no longer the proud and tender Jeanne Alter from [lit], but a fallen saintess seeking revenge from the abyss.

Don't do this! Don't fight over me!

"Xiao Hei——"

"Miss Black Jeanne!"

Seeing the two men at loggerheads, Joan of Arc and Mary rushed in to help.

They were so remorseful for reverting to their French nature during the tense wartime, which nearly led to a terrible mistake.

"I don't need you bunch of idiots! This is my own war, I can handle it all by myself."

"You're just getting in the way."

Qiu Heizhen slammed the metal end of the Holy Banner against the ground with a resounding clang. With a muffled thud, a burst of vengeful flames erupted by the door, blocking the entrance to the stone house.

“Aiya——!”

So hot!

Queen Mary cried out in surprise, and the fourteen-year-old girl jumped up in fright.

"..."

Joan of Arc looked at her 'sister', pursed her lips, and then finally understood.

"Yes, I understand, Blackie. A young girl's love is also a war."

"In that case, I will do everything I can to support you!"

Chiguro: ?!

Black Jeanne: ! !

Jeanne Alter: You bastard, you're not my older sister! *2

......

The two Black Jeanne d'Arc suddenly glared at Joan of Arc with fierce expressions, as if they wanted to devour her alive.

Judging from this situation, the two might join forces to force Joan of Arc to leave the stage.

Diving.

My little sister is so fierce!

Not knowing how to face the two angry Jeanne d'Arcs, the wild Jeanne d'Arc ran away.

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"The troublesome guy has left."

Qiu Heizhen said calmly.

"Yes, they left."

Chihei Zhen nodded.

Okay, let's do it now.

The holy flag is waved, and the sword is drawn.

"Let's begin our war!"

The two girls vanished from their original positions in an instant, transforming into streaks of light that rushed out of the fortress and stood facing each other atop the spire.

The ring-shaped celestial halo cast its light, and the sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn. The newly risen sun slowly and leisurely moved towards the sky.

"Are you ready? My past self."

The banner of revenge fluttered in the wind, her eyes narrowed, and the corners of her soft lips turned up slightly.

"Bring it on, I also want to know just how powerful I will become in the future."

Having communicated with Joan of Arc's spirit seat, Joan of Arc finally understood the identity of the person before her.

She gently lifted her short hair.

"Having come to this singularity, you probably want to make peace with your past false self, right? Well then, we are all one person, even if it's a fake [Faker], I am who I am."

Unlike Jeanne Alter, who is summoned, Jeanne Alter was created by Caster Gillespie using the Holy Grail.

but! !! !!

Shakuro Seimei wants to be promoted!

"In this world, there is no principle that a counterfeit can never beat a genuine product!"

The decisive battle, known as the Battle of Joan of Arc [Alter], takes place atop the fortress of Orléans.

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Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Carnivorous Mash Suffers a Crushing Defeat

"Ahhhhhhh, Holy Maiden, my Holy Maiden!"

"Oh my god! This...this is such an absurd and illogical argument!"

"For an entire night, my dear saintess has rebelled and not returned home at all!"

"How could this be? Why is this happening? Even the connection with the Holy Grail has vanished. What a despicable and vile act this is! Is this a vile miracle?"

A desperate man, baring his fangs and brandishing his claws, blasphemes and questions the heavens.

It was as if he were an elderly father whose daughter had not returned home all night, and he was anxious and uneasy because he could not contact his daughter.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh~! Holy Maiden!"

A frenzied roar and howl roamed the fields and hills.

The mad magician in purple robes, clutching a simple yet terrifyingly powerful book, howled and cried out for the black-clad saintess.

However, he ultimately gained nothing.

Was there no sign of the saintess?

The marshal's eyes almost popped out.

It writhed and swayed like an octopus.

"In that case."

Marshal C's terrifying eyes were filled with a chilling killing intent, and he was about to slaughter everyone present.

Yes, at this time, Gilles de Rais was facing off against the French army.

Or rather, it was the only remaining, and only, force capable of fighting, in France.

The number of people is not large, but it is already quite remarkable that they were able to maintain an intact organization despite the overwhelming number of flying dragons.

"In that case, let blood and terror call forth the spirit of the saintess!"

"Everyone."

The marshal regained his normal expression, his eyes darting like a fish as he looked at the surging crowd of soldiers.

"Welcome to the cafeteria of horror and nightmares! What awaits you is happiness and sweet despair! Aaaaaaaahh ...

Inherent skill: [Mental Pollution]

launch.

Ancient texts and the nerve-corroding whispers of the ancient gods suddenly began to spread throughout the entire army without warning.

"Ughhhhhh! What...what is that sound?!"

From the moment the first soldier clutched his forehead in pain and groaned, the rest began to exhibit various unexpected symptoms.

"Who's there? Who's talking?! Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Another soldier screamed in panic.

"I can't take it anymore! I'm going to rip his brain out!"

"Ugh... Ugh! It's disgusting, ugh~ ugh~!"

Fear, pain, and mental erosion instantly spread throughout the entire army.

A buzzing sound churned in everyone's minds; the soldiers had never seen such a terrifying scene.

Even the wyverns and zombies couldn't completely wipe them out, but a strange voice kept tormenting everyone's minds.

All eyes were drawn to the leader, a handsome man in white armor who appeared effeminate.

Without a doubt, he was the commander of the last remaining French force.

The man raised his longsword high and shouted sternly, "All of you, focus your attention!"

"This is just an enemy trap, soldiers! Don't be fooled by this trick!"

"But...but!" the soldier said fearfully, shrinking back.

"Never mind that! We must find the real Joan of Arc. There are reports of several Joan of Arcs confronting each other at the front. No matter what, we must charge forward."

"Moreover, there's only one enemy; all we have to do is charge through!"

The general's reassurance had some effect; the crowd surged forward, gripped their rifles, and pulled the levers of the precious German-imported artillery, charging towards Marshal C.